Stop It Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am]I go[Dm]t som[Am]e money to spen[Dm]d,
[Am]ay ay
I got some [Dm]money to spend
[Am]I got some money to spend
I got some [Dm]money [Am]to spend

[Verse 2]
I got some money to spend
[Am]Man got the habit,
money [Dm]pok ing [Am]out the bag
I might hop out on it now,
for my city brought it back
Bad bitches bust it down,
always automatic
Got the drink, got the pounds
Why ya playin' with a bad bitch, though?
Stop [Dm]it, stop it, stop it, stop [Am]it
Time to stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it

[Verse 3]
I got [Am]purp by the [Dm]liter
I got pounds in the duffel
[Am]I got cash in the freezer
We [Dm]don't [Am]clash in the huddle
With my dough high [Dm]smoke dope
Lean, [Am]work, bust it open
Hit the block
Then I hit the jeweler, wrist bust it open
Tip, tip, [Dm]tip, tip
[Am]Tip, tip, tip, tip
Got the models, got [Dm]the bottles
Tip, tip, [Am]tip, tip
Bad bitches, marble [Dm]floors
Tip, tip, [Am]tip, tip
Magic City, calm [Dm]down
Hit [Am]At lanta, me and TIP
Bust it open with her freaky ass
She wanna hear me (tip, tip, tip, tip)
And all my diamonds VVS she
bust it open in the Phantom

[Verse 4]
Man [Am]got the habit, m[Dm]oney poking [Am]out the bag
I might hop out on it now,
[Dm]for my c[Am]ity brought it back
Bad bitches bust it down,
always automatic
Got the drink, got the pounds
Why ya playin' with a bad bitch, though?
Stop it, [Dm]stop it, stop it, stop it
[Am]Time to stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it

[Verse 5]
Tip, [Am]tip, [Dm]tip, [Am]tip
[Dm]Tip, [Am]tip, tip, tip
Got the models, got the [Dm]bottles
Tip, tip, [Am]tip, tip
Bad bitches, marble [Dm]floors
Tip, tip, [Am]tip, tip
Magic City, calm [Dm]down
Hit Atlanta, [Am]me and TIP

[Verse 6]
New [Am]cheese, [Dm]revenue
I got big stacks set on Aven[Am]ue
And any sucker violate
[Dm]me, I'ma hate to do it
But I still get him whacked
[Am]for a band or two
Hey nigga really though?
[Dm]I ain't back and forth with you,
[Am]we ain't on a tennis court
a nigga talk then, well you sell now,
how the business though?
What a let down
A nigga warning, [Dm]danger[Am] ,
get what they came for
Shooter totin' them flamethrower
Known to hit what they aim for
Cocaine Lord, marijuana don
You watchin' mine, here's a 101
Got a hundred stacks of a hundred ones
Plus a hundred hundreds,
rack the stacks and stacks on one another
I keep grillin' Hummer,
for a hundred bands
I seen families turn they backs
on one another
Sister shoot her brother, mother kill her daughter,
man this shit is awful, huh

[Verse 7]
Man [Am]got the habit, m[Dm]oney poking [Am]out the bag
I might hop out on it [Dm]now,
for my city [Am]brought it back
Bad bitches bust it [Dm]down,
[Am]always automatic
Got the drink, got the pounds
Why ya play[Dm]in' with [Am]a bad bitch,
though?
Stop [Dm]it, stop it, stop it, stop it
[Am]Time to stop [Dm]it, stop [Am]it, stop i[Dm]t, stop it
Stop it, stop it, [Am]stop it, stop it
Time [Dm]to stop [Am]it, s[Dm]top [Am]it, stop it, stop it

[Verse 8]
Tip, tip, [Dm]tip, [Am]tip
[Dm]Tip, [Am]tip, [Dm]tip, tip
[Am]Got the models, got [Dm]the bottles
Tip, tip, [Am]tip, tip
Bad bitches, marble [Dm]floors
Tip, tip, [Am]tip, tip
Magic City, calm [Dm]down
Hit Atlanta, [Am]me and TIP

[Outro 1]
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